Six sigma error proof

Nice:

Seated high in the shaded canopy of my hoodie, poised and perched,

Parked snugly in this vacuum consciousness, I’m ponderous,

Silent witness and conduit to this strangerous procedure,

Mass message relayed along my alien ancestor-embedded DNA.

Following and exploring the case of a life set free during the last

Mass extinction, a cascade of early thoughts that raped my mind,

Shaped by kind, friends and family, are calling for

A mass extinguishing. 

The Holocene’s horror scene hollowing me and

With scant tools for filtering but sheds filled for nit-picking

I struggle along, try my best to answer

The unmeant questions of the everyday, like

How I Am Doing or What Do I Do For A Living

And in between the interruptions actually get some real work done.

It’s like a game of Ching-Chong-Cha, or an arm-wrestle with God,

And if I win I won’t have to live the life of a human satellite dish.

I’m bound to lose.  Continually.

The Presence of Minds - acrylic on canvas, 910mm x 760mm
See this and other works in my latest exhibit here